Can We Still Be Friends?

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My number one rule in any of my relationships: if ever there was a falling out that would happen in the middle of everything, I want myself and the other person to remain friends after.

Why? Well, I believe that when you open yourself up to someone, trust and acceptance come in. In the process of building and living a life with this person, you allow yourself to be discovered by the other and vice versa. Eventually, you realize that you do not just accept the person for who he/she is, but you get to actually enjoy his/her whole being. You learn a lot from him/her, you see angles of life you never thought exist, you see some things on a different perspective, and little by little, the person becomes a part of you.

The sad part comes in, however. Things fall apart in a heartbeat. And regardless if whose fault it was, it sucks to realize that after everything, you tend to treat each other as if you were another stranger. What a waste.

I don’t want that to happen to me in either of my platonic or romantic relationships. Shit happens as usual as the good ones, so why let the shit ones make you hate the other, as well as force you to forget the good times you shared with him/her?

But then again, I know I am being so idealistic. People don’t always part ways in good terms. I mean, yeah, shit happens to everybody but not all shits are at the same degree. And of course, not all people can be as understanding and as forgiving as the ideal person who we have in our minds.

I just came out of a not so normal relationship. I swear, whoever it is who invented the “it’s complicated status”, you are so giving more and more people a hard time. I am out of this person’s life and so am I in his. We’ve known each other for the past nine years or so but as of the moment; I am nothing but a random stranger to him and vice versa. To tell you honestly, it’s not a very good feeling. Waking up everyday with a thought of, “I wasn’t a good memory to him.” is like a slap on my ego.

Maybe, in time, we’ll be friends again. By then, we will be both comfortable to see each other’s faces, talk about what’s up with us lately. I don’t know but maybe I am hopeful. Despite all the hurt and disappointments, my number one rule is still my number one rule. It’s hard to live like a living contradiction of the things I believe in, but I’ll cope up. Someday I will, in God’s time. :)